Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.